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A dream is the duvet I always blanket myself with, it warms me up and makes me cozy, yet I know my sun awaits for me somewhere in the world, that someday, I must make my bed to finally start my day.
Sleep must sleep before I do, for I wish to be awake in the greatest of the dreams; my reality.
Everyone is something and something is someone who is Everyone.
There are those songs that tuck me in bed, but there are those others that awake the me in them that I wish to sing until I fall asleep.
And I know, I just know
that whoever said coincidences don't exists, was not a coincidence at all.
"Here I am, will you send me an angel? ... A morning star" Scorpions
I've never been a fan of the cold, but why would I? if a fan is only needed when is hot.
There are many "unicorns" out there, but not many pegasus :-/
I will continue writing until someone else writes the poem I've been looking for.
Inspiration is not exactly a river, but a tiny rock floating amidst the streams of our thoughts.